Rejoice, rejoice, a Savior is born!

And rejoice we did!

At least, some of us did. Like this little 8-week old guy.



His first Christmas, first time meeting Grandpa, first awake smile caught on film and first time sleeping in a suitcase! What's not to be happy about!?

But sick, cranky, needy and whiny pretty much described our second born today.



When Grandmother offers you her hot chocolate and you turn it down with a scowl on your face, you know you're feeling under the weather.

Looking dapper, Big Mac opened all of his gifts. And all of MckMuffin's. And most of Small Fry's. And even some of MckNugget's. Things turned out really well on the gift opening side of things for him this year.

He also had the most fun out of anyone with giving. He'd have wrapped up every toy in our house to give to his cousin for Christmas, if I'd have let him. The biggest joy Big Mac got today was in watching others open what he'd picked out (of his own arsenal of toys at home) and wrapped up to give to them.



Of course, not everyone could be in a good mood.



From Cindy Lou Who to the Grinch, Small Fry--who was often found in the loving arms of Aunt Hilary today--was a bit manic depressive. Must have been the combination of staying up late for the candlelight Christmas Eve service last night and too much fudge today.

But no matter how you look at it, rejoicing over the birth of our Savior with all four of our children was joyous indeed.